The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 286 Ch.285 Interesting Land
The ladies and gentlemen of this country apparently have their own way of ranking how “important” certain things are.

A fairly consistent arrangement:

Between women and men.

--man.

Women and orphans.

--woman.

Orphans and dogs.

——Look whose dog it is.

Dog and woman.

Ok…

Normally, such comparisons do not occur.

Because gentlemen will justly criticize the person who makes the comparison, asking how he can put animals and humans at the two ends of the scale.

Their words were sharp and passionate——

After this matter is over, he will come to you privately and ask you to tell him the story between the two of them.

Politics, party affiliation, education received, life experiences, family background.

These will all have an impact on people and subtly shift their views on certain things - but on the surface, dogs are absolutely less important than humans.

Life is above money, spirit is above material, and humans are above animals.

These are necessarily correct.

But there is only one thing.

If a word were thrown into this comparison...

Then the whole comparison will be overturned.

such as:

An orphan, a terminally ill mother, a father who died in the war, and Lezi.

Fun.

The monarch is humiliated, war is coming, the country is on the verge of extinction, and it's fun.

Fun.

The woman who had just buried her parents and lost all her teeth due to domestic violence and dragged her body covered in scars to cook for her only child but accidentally added unwashed vegetables, causing the child to become sick and die, and...

Fun, fun, and more fun.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Is there anything more important than laughter?
That could only be the laughter of a group of people.

So when Roland stared at the woman without blinking his eyes, spoke for the wooden box, and uttered the pun "Stay away from me, poor guy".

The laughter could no longer be controlled.

First, the men.

This group of well-dressed gentlemen were the first to burst into laughter, and they laughed as loudly as drunkards in the most vulgar and sleazy taverns.

Then, the ladies also began to cover their lips and arch their brows, and their shoulders twitched slightly.

And then.

One after another, like one gear driving another, the laughter couldn't stop.

It has nothing to do with morality, gender, or money.

Is there anything more important than enjoying a good, funny and sarcastic joke?
no more.

Of course, it was impossible for the horned woman not to realize who this story was satirizing.

She first turned her head and bit her companion's ear for a while, and then the beans under her narrow eyelids burned red.

She stared at Roland, wishing she could kill him with laughter.

"How can you laugh at a customer?! A lady, someone who tries to speak for the public?!" Her voice was sharp, puncturing the balloon filled with laughter: "I'm just worried that more people will be deceived by the inflated prices and spend their hard-earned money - and you laugh at me like this?!"

"What did i do wrong?!"

Obviously, she was ready to try another approach.

Roland smiled, twisted his toes, and faced the crowd: "Everyone, if I purely made up the story, then what this lady said is completely correct - I shouldn't ridicule a person who is committed to justice."

There was a pause in speech.

"but."

"Anyone who has experience with art knows that some stories are not completely fictional..."

"For example—" Roland stretched out his hand to the crowd.

Amid the exclamations of the crowd.

A gray-haired girl came out.

Hold your hands open upward.

"Like - I may have had a romantic past, but it wasn't one that ended in tragedy."

Some people began to whistle and even applaud enthusiastically.

“They are such a perfect match…”

"Father of all things! This is actually true!" "We have witnessed a love story..."

"I promise, this is the most romantic experience I've had in a while—"

"You are absolutely excellent, sir!"

Shandel lowered her head shyly and stood obediently beside Roland.

At this point, no one cared about the indecent behavior of flaunting feelings in public - it was fun and witnessing a romantic relationship...

Who cares about fairness or unfairness?

O Father of all things.

Let that horn go where she belongs.

For example, at sea.

"Thank you, thank you. I have to say, I was really angry at that time... Yes, thank you, of course..." Roland held the box in his hand and put his hand on his chest to thank the men around him, while Shandel smiled at the ladies with complicated looks.

'Countless jealous eyes have cut wounds on me.'

Shandel's lips moved, and he smiled as he spoke softly: "How interesting, Roland. Your lover doesn't have to be the best, but he must have a strong heart."

"So I plan to find a blind person to be my lover."

"I mean, my heart is strong enough, Roland."

The two fled amidst the mocking and blessing gazes of the crowd, and got out of the shop where more and more people were gathering.

That ramming horn?
All I got was a joke from someone: I hope you can leave something in Bristol besides the time of your life... like - money?

OK?

This brought laughter back to the store.

I have to say that the people of this land, regardless of gender, are all so lovable when it comes to humor.

“You should be a writer.”

The air on the street is much better than inside the house.

The cold wind cooled my lungs like mint, waking my dizzy head suddenly.

Shandel's cheeks flushed slightly, and his heart was still beating happily.

A girl who often walks in the library, reads books and drinks tea in the greenhouse, obviously rarely experiences such scenes - vulgar, obscene, and losing her status...

But it is an extremely exciting scene.

She likes to be led to be rebellious.

Then it wasn't her fault, was it?

God the Father.

“How can a blind person be a writer?”

Roland said casually as he put the wooden box into a paper bag, handed it to Cinder, and took a few quick steps.

Come to the bench by the sea.

Iron fences surround the land.

Standing side by side with the street lamp, the sea is before my eyes and dust is blowing on the horizon.

Roland opened his arms and let the wind blow through him, covering the tail of his windbreaker and the long black hair behind him.

He was looking at the sea, and Shandel was holding the small box, watching the man looking at the sea from a distance.

On the quiet seashore, white waves blow against the gray rocks covered with green moss.

The cruel and cold-blooded mediocre life longed for a disaster more crazy than her, just like a greedy glutton needed a woman with a plump body.

A few lazy cats curled their tails and glanced at the invaders of their territory with their yellow eyes. Within two seconds, they put their chins on their paws again.

One yawned.

Roland followed suit and hit one.

"I hope the Golden Libra won't give me any trouble."

"People who have a grudge against Chloe are afraid of trouble?" Shandel stepped forward silently. When he was side by side with Roland, he used his hands to help him put his black hair behind his ears: "People who have a grudge against Chloe's family will not worry about this little trouble."

"I thought you would never ask." Roland paid close attention to the movements of the sea, wondering when it would flood onto the land and overtake people and man-made objects.

Shandel did not answer.

She held up a box of long matches that she had gotten from somewhere and waved it in front of Roland with a smile.

Just like teasing a cat.

Roland did understand and rolled his eyes at him... but still slowly took out his cigar.

"Chloe and Heffer are not easy to deal with. If you make enemies..." Shandel flicked the match and threw the blackened stick into the sleepy cats.

There was a sudden burst of cursing.

"I haven't learned much about these two surnames. Can you tell me about them?"

Roland pinched his cigar and looked at the bench beside him.

"of course."

"I suppose you know Chloe somewhat—but Hever doesn't, does he?"

(End of this chapter)